| Yo, chilling in the foreign corner, tryna find a quarter
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| Thoughts ripple like reflections in the water
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| Representative of the poor, but fuck law and order
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| The mind taught ya, in time we’ll try and force ya
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| Tempt a slug from a Porsche into a Corsa
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| And I ain’t even called her, like a broke car they tryna stall ya
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| If they fool ya, I ain’t here to school ya
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| Just listen, no fees or admission
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| No tricks, no magician
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| On a mission with a bitch that looks like an Egyptian
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| Spit non-fiction, sellouts; | 
| we ain’t mixing
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| With our calibre, from the sword of excalibur
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| Break your sound’s limit like pushing the speed-barrier
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| I have to laugh at ya, you’re scared of the past, not the few crumbs from the
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| hourglass for the final dash
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| Me? | 
| I’m tryna get your granddad’s vinyl stash
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| The work-rate'll show you who’s the king when time has passed
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| A bag of regrets, a baggy of achievements
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| I’ll take a pinch of each and wile the fuck out for an evening
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| I’m just tryna add the seasoning, salt on well
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| Push it for a reason, cause we just believed in this way of speaking
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| Could’a been a dick or been ya hero
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| It’s just a gamble; | 
| Casino without Robert De Niro
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| Then people started placing bets on my gang of weirdos
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| And looking back they’ll say we ran this
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| Keep it deep from where the beard grows
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| Many influences: people, substance abuses
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| Some good, some fucking useless
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| Keep it on the straight and zooted
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| Shit was sometimes stupid, heads or tails sonic’s booted out the door
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| We called for heads and put it all on music
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| Never know the heart-breaker 'til you’ve been a partaker
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| Play the game called path-shaper, more points, put your heart face-up
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| And looking back, I’m just the keenest guy that’s slack
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| That’s putting glasto on the map if you like hip-hop in your raps
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| I believed in my dreams, and I always had a plan
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| Got regrets, tryna rearrange them like an anagram
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| Bullet-proof love to all the fam that’s always had my back
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| Now my kids are partly a reflection of the man I am
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| They got their own path and don’t need to follow mine
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| Anything they need though? | 
| I’ve always got the time
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| Life is how you spend time, and how you feed your mind
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| Life is who you inspire, then what you leave behind
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| On reflection, it’s easier to see the light
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| Than when you’re in the moment, and you can’t read the signs
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| You need the time, to heal your mind
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| Redesign past thoughts, see what you feel inside
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| The freedom of youth, the wisdom of age
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| I spent about half my life putting things on the page
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| Sitting, analysing, plus maybe fantasising, drifting, and I’m feeling like my
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| hand is guided
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| Memories are so spectacular
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| Reflecting on the past, yet we can’t bring it back for ya
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| Fashion might’ve changed but the music stays classic
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| No synths, no lasers, no auto-tune, just straight bangers
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| You can’t teach an old dog new tricks
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| We get the green, pick out the leafs, flip the skin and roll it backwards
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| (Jeheezey)
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| Take a breath like an asthmatic, then pop the flames off
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| Like we’re volcanic
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| Never getting no reaction like a broke magnet
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| Cat’s go crazy when we rap, like we’re holding catnip
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| Back in the day, I go to Brixton jam, get in the club
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| With a fake ID, hit the open-mic and fucking smash it
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| Now I’m touring round the world, marking off the atlas
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| Soon to take this shit galactic
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| Receiving what I wish, the future stays attractive
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| Walking down the train-tracks at night, with a box of matches
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| You might not like to do that, frankly man, I find it magic
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| Got caught vandalising trains, I couldn’t stop the habit
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| Court-cases, youth-offender work, it was so tragic
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| But it led to writing raps it was my rite of passage
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| Channel energies in new ways, survive the madness
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| Staying true to my roots, never in the system
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| Not a victim, never listened
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| Did my own thing, I’m ecstatic
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| This my job, my life yeah
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| I’m forever rapping
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| That’s the actions if you really wanna make it platinum
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| Dedication to the core’s one love and real passion
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| Times past, and turn into history
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| What comes next, still remains a mystery
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| I look to the past, then onto the future
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| Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya
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| Times past, and turn into history
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| What comes next, still remains a mystery
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| I look to the past, then onto the future
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| Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya |